Descending to Gothmog's raucous crew, Stamm noticed piles.
'Christmas sucks when balls don't fly around my tree.'
Looking for clandestine marshmallows can damage hardy Screamers. When Gothmog wept, earnest Nabi dabbed his beard.
'Good screamers are interested in strange sizes of vexirk's spells. However Leyla has a large stupendously ego-tistical reason for refusing sherbert. Let's not drink too soon because the Painrats are blocking our latrines.'
Amazingly fragrant cheese floated upon all 17,000 magical farts, indicating outrageous superiority. Strange puddles of slime Bailey's were dancing under Stamm's large chair.
Dungeoneering is inexplicably strange towards Lord Bush's lair.
Fireballs appeared when I exposed which indubitibly questioned our fantastic means to escape from couatls hovering above Chani's gaping moonstone. Leif decided to dismember the humongous bauble dragon which rested upon the statuesque fireplace.
Suddenly Hissssa decorated himself profusely with tinsel from Linflas' shield. Inexorably remembering Stamm's strangely shaped jockstrap contents, Gothmog winced, then smiled, wondering where this was going to take him: heavenwards, potentially?
Stamm's hand reached out trepid fingers as demonstrated brilliantly when the dwarf slipped his firm jolly handshake through swathes of yellow rustler.
Turning clockwise, Nabi expounded the theory of magical pocket-money. Additionally, he provocatively denounced what-ever 200 lizardmen might encumber Chaos and selfishly invoke lay-ered luminous cakes someone had proffered to his mother.
"Thou fiend!" exclaimed his mother. "Looming stairs in yuletide jingle are ringing elsewhere!"
Elves suddenly sang pompously because balloons filled with helium encouraged aural intoxication. Gothmog's obsequious nanny tottered and grabbed Stamm's beard precariously.
"Vermin filled cheeselets shouldn't be galivanting randomly circumventing Syra's braincells! Everyone else should not celebrate trombones, even loud tunes. Vorpal hamsters rhythmically enervate gyrating cytoplasmic ven gerbils."
Elderberries make excellent pies.
"Gimme another ale or sing melifluously another ballad there please Stamm, unless Leyla wants to perform oral surgery on without proper teeth." Gando, meanwhile smoked Halk's cigars delightfully until ultimately the smoke froze. Paradoxically bludgeoning gigglers isn't particularly rewarding. Digesting worms, however, shouldn't really raise expectations.
Antmen make trophies from blue volcanoes.
Wasps sting little antelopes to gymnastics, however emasculation somehow invites gingerbread men to wear miniature robes decorated delicately with screamerslices. Diamond Hedge eggnog tastes almost like dragonsteak laced with parmesan. Elsewhere, cheese Chaos involves cracker-tastic containment nodules encapsulating knickers crackerifically.
"This delightful Christmas undergarment shines phonetically, but never underestimates nor conflagrates combustible pringles, lightly illuminating my efulgent crankshaft."
Recalcitrant Stamm beckoned Leif to usurp Chaos' yule squad. "Never" bellowed the elf, incantating esoteric watchdogs pining for chickens crossing selected intersections of spells. "Fundamentally, twelve organised ferrets." Gothmog galvanised his crew very vehemently contrary to popular idioms.
Sporadic fireballs are very nocturnal suggesting patterns vibrate. Arson can be luminous, should be exciting. Metamorphosis, mimicry, mastication, mummification and resurrection myomantically energised millions upon multifarious myriads of macaws. Marvellous.
"Beer!" bellowed Mophus, for our feathered llamas gave pleasure dancing buoyantly adrift myoclonic take-off yesterday. Snow filled hosen were worn, but surprisingly cozy considering the temperature.
Santa insists Leif empty his pockets into gargantuan sacks for Friday. "Friday?" exclaimed jolly Saint Gothmog. "Friday!? Why, that's strange and pugnacious but mistletoe likes fiddlesticks". Artisan fighter's contaminated another Trolin's marmalade with streamers. Cunningly, Nabi dissolved.
"Disappearing bungalows!" said Boris entering prefabriacted lemons with flammable boxers undone, revealing Christmas crackers.
"Boris! Your baubles hang deliciously. Shave prompty or scratch furiously for munchers." Stamm warned Baldor, "Else fortified cereal bowls will salivate enormous quantities of masonry." Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis results. Inquisitors? Many! Falchions? None.
Canines suddenly crammed stacks around their giblets, shocking Wu Tse into catatonic masters. "Mind your flaps Sonja", bellowed Elija beset with pneumonoconiosis . "Though pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis increases with eruptions gastric, lung swelling and pustules, bronchitis, wind passing through the elderberries of dementia, I result."
Presently, Gothmog concluded insanity runs throughout interlocutors' families. Confused, Gothmog fried himself.
"Hark!" shrieked Zed maniacally grinning. Collapsing despondently, Gando blew it. Uncharacteristically characteristic, Oitus talked! If corbomite transmuted then nostril irritations transmogrify.
"Falchions!" squeaked Nabi, throwing Azizi under the table.
"Overboard!", Captain Kirk postulated, despite Klingons alliance to eradicate Vexirks.
"Our spleens evaporate when mummies flatulate." realized Duke Zed prodding Chani's badger. "Tremendously, arsenic laced antivenin inhibates resperation."
Santa's elves stockpiled hazardous hardcleaves. Campanology retentive freaks vanished, inscutable entropic reasons explained everything, including where lies Elvis.
"Elves?" questioned Chani, "no wonder she's gulping vi potions frenetically"
Agravating inflamed declaimations, thirtyseven strong cantaloupes jumped joyously cyclically on steriods disturbing profuse underground kisses of earthworms. Worm-meat filled, screamed interminably, chasing gigglers around.
"Thieves!" Stolen shrieks from armoured giraffes echoes sideways from gargantuan orifices. Starting mistakes makes giraffes hilariously friendly.
"Ouch," reproached Gando still trying to untangle threads, removing truth, leaving Black Screamers. Sipping 'medicine' (eggnog...), inebriated 'gandolike', the lord leaped onto Linflas' helmet tinsled leek. "No!"
Venison marinating longer, even if sweet juice from crispy scorpions makes delicious quivering drumsticks quaintly complete.
"Delightful secretions, like slime can lubricate almost anything, given optimal slime." : )
"Junebugs! They seriously undermine spirits", Syra pontificated.
Merry crackermas to all, and to all loads of presents.
Jockstraps are fantastical gifts for golems although no-one knows how their stoney attributes survive frost midgets' breath-weapons.
"Oooooooooooooooh!" exclaimed Sonja, cold from playing with stoney midgets. Marbles rolled under Hissssa's miniscule tail, so Sonja lifted her flappy halter-top. Smiling dwarves observed spies in spyholes, but refrained from denouncing their flirtacious ways.
Creamy cheese goes hiking frivolously towards pickled bra. Chani soaked Stamm's beard after Leyla spiked his potion with diuretics, then set onfire his imagination.
"Crowbars should never be inserted twice," mumbled Halk, "because into twisty fireworks evaporate those rockpiles emphatically." However, stockpiling nuclear aardvarks endangers everyone. Sleeping aardvarks should never snore after theatrics improvised by enriching dances enacted from purple radioactive trinkets.
Iaido's sword is gyrating frenetically towards Mozart's statue. "Remarkable plumage protects Chaos' doom-monkeys remarkably" remarked Rumplestiltskin remarkedly rumpled robes marked memories stilted.
Chaos! Anarchy! Bush! Cleaner! Where angels fly, Kalashnikovs are numerously futile.
Such is fanaticism of beholders, even after imbibing Drambuie. "Blood oathes sworn over mithril knickers nullify incontinence, only for twelve bladders people. Glowing urethras did shine, Gothmog illuminating wisdom through teeth, wisdom canines to premolar caries, gingivitis threatening despite plaque.
Chaos' nasal appendice vibrate rhythmically to Linflas' elven lullaby. Green pants energise magical boxes, freezing pretence. Elija's beard tangled mercilessly with Stamm's, pleats intermingling serpentile tufts erratically into elongated marshmallows. Trolin clubs allow woodcarving masterpieces, magical gifts! Golem's stoneclubs don't fit into recycling compartments, precluding hippies' endorsement of getting necklaces repaired.
Drooling, Nabi jumped over Stamm's camouflage pulling a hair-raising chicken toy from Syra's bodice. "Yippee !", Nabi giggled prophetically, drool expansively dripping over the stolen capon, obsessed grin inexplicably expanding grotesquely betraying inevitable curses. Syra wailed, harpoon thrusting festively towards Nabi's entangled obsessions. "Oh, let's not, poor people ignore Boris's courageous interlopers."
Stealthily, crustaceans tangoed lasciviously towards Hissssa's swaying tail, pausing lasciviously to bow genteely yet nefariously towards Chaos, Lord Order preferring provocative lingerie to intellectual tracksuits. Everyone scrambled eggs stolen yesterday from Chani's secret turkey. Feathered helicopters dropped porcupines, scaring gentle Tiggy out of her boots.
Having flooded hinterlands, the flirtatious Syra divested, *err* digested bananas. Divesting liable bananskins under snowy peaks of snow-capped caterpillars, corrugated cranberries decorating septagonal dice-like spheres globularly encircled within isometric extraverted eggshells. Elven eggshells illuminate Syra's hair, but shampoo attracts particles permeating mummies wigs.
Boris stimulated oitus verbally, expletives abounded. "Toadrot! Unprincipled principalities primed precociously, preparing pristine prerogatives proudly presented, preposterously provocative." Pedantic painrats partook performances, acclimatising aardvarks with arsenic derived from Wuuf's bums. Multiple egg-whites resulted tornados combusting albumen drips.
"Toadstools marinated in spinach juice taste like Stamm's home-made worm-round soup." Potions mixed with mammoth DNA often ferment dangerously into nonsensical pachydermic cucumbers. Judiciously, Sonja wept. "These genes chafe." She kneeled surreptitiously, gazing deeply into Gando's python's eyes. "Slytherin slimeballs, teaching magic wallpaper diverts airbrushes artistically challenged from Khazakstan.["]
"What's hidden in Stamm's beard today?" mused maggots, "Just my guess, there's probably more munchers." Mischievous Sonja pulled Gando's beard, hollering surprising expletives. "What's love got to do with your badger?"
"Knitted rockpiles' tentacles provide better protection than fluff," she sang. "Flowery elves shouldn't steal boots while climbing out of Ful-Ya dustbins," complained Linflas, when thousands of kleptomaniacs rushed from nowhere, belching out Greensleeves mangled irretrievably.
Flooded submarines feverishly dehydrate magically between launching torpedos from illicit portholes. "Submarines? Where do they prolifically breed?" pondered Gothmog. "Perhaps," suggested Mophus, "they lay waiting hungrily under molluscs, deliberately flirting with cuttlefish." Armoured armour and Yankee gurning causes flatulence, especially during hatching of submarines. Erect telescopes can insert photons directly into jockstraps, but only optics polished with Oh-Ew-Ra transduce. Assymetrical kumquats taste symmetrical, apart from stretched variants.
"This little ultra-reindeer slipped me the nog." stated Boris while gulping [a] Vi-Nog laced potion. "Concentrate!" yelled linguists, irritated by grammatical exuberance. Suddenly, Mophus barbecued Wuuf. "Delicious!" he groaned, "Chargrilled fleas, however, produce Beo-bones that melt into cunning Scots." Excitedly, Wuuf jumped off Leyla's lap, burnt and angry. "My butt's 's smouldering!" cried Wuuf, "and burns around my tail are ruining the tattoo secretly celebrating Syra's love of furry bikinis."
Irately, Hissssa swept Wuuf's glass effluent discretely under an ambiguous organ. Staggering, Wuuf sipped antifreeze.
"This intermission shouldn't postpone extinguishing our lanterns," whispered Plague. "Laser guided extinguishers ignite puddles of gooey dinosaur-mangos."
Burning screamers evacuate dungeons, leaving cold slimy tuataras behind.
"Ahoy! Mephisto! Banzai! Wazzzzzzzzuuuuuuuupp?" Hawk vociferated, high on fumes from Chani's chimichanga. Falling skies collapsed on Tiggy, completely drenching her hair.
"Blasted rain! That's psychopathic weather reminds all weathergirls sumptuously endowed with sumptuous sumptuousness," garbled Tiggy forcefully.
Submarines circumnavigate magical bathtubs, fraudulently, exposing ignoramuses during frantic scrubbing utilising golem's inability to wear laderhosen.
"My, my!" equivocated Alex, fresh laundered leather g-string and brazier lustily positioned chastly over dangling moonstones.
"Wooden erections towering above Hogwarts's massive silouette cast fear over timid students," said a lucid hypnogogic Snape. "Excuses, excuses! For floorplanners, ichnography obsessed colleagues draw average submarines pensively exposing forward Rhodesian concubines into abject ridgebacks," countered Wuuf, floating helplessly upon gibbets made purely from mana-poop.
"Insanity permeates sponge-like existences, existencially existing extrovertly introverted, inscrutably visible beyond orchards," intoned Iaido, breathless, unsheathing his oddly bent Heineken-bottle from Gollum. "Look Gollum," he ministered, "Deagol is dead-er than Elvis. Murderer!" Cowering like emus, Gollum started crying. "Precious moonstone seasoned precariously! Oh tricksey Wankle! Engineses, yes rotating combustion my crankshaft..." he garbled, "Ignitionsses after turnings master, that's wankletastic-ses ssssplendidly."
Wuuf's toolkit dangled uselessly, vibrating against some earthy mounds. "My potatoes got burned," lamented Ug endlessly. Azizi kissed her sword and yelled "Ouch". Licking again his weapon, Iaido cut off his splendid weapon. "Wankel!", imaginatively Zed replied aloof. Rusty blades, tetanus injections, oozing from rotary round-things, squarely around revolving, wavy wobbly wibbling wedges wombling weirdly westward, Wales-ward? With wilful will, Wuuf wallowed weirdly warbling warm winter-tunes.
Stamm solidly sidled surreptitiously skidding sacramentally sideways, superciliously snubbing Syra's zebra's moonstone. "Uranus?" asked Stamm lasciviously, "Has Sonja orbitted Syra's black gaping quandary, exarcerbated pseudo-organic fridge-flaps covered by poop?"
"I, Claudius, snapped my banjo length-wise. It sounds painfully like screaming when sandpapering Wuuf's walnuts. Cooking false screamers potentiates astringent asbestos-like dynamite, endangering whippets if fridge-flaps and dolphins should intertwine clockwise. Deep dungeons, however, are disrupting my spells deliberately! This sucks!", complained Claudius.
"There appears a resemblance with marmalade fajitas covered with fetid Budweiser, that messes undergarments up to Brazil." he fantasized. Syra rubbed her sensitive nose. "Nice emanations" she confessed, giggling uncontrollably, "because they stagger titillatingly." Debilitatingly legless, Halk stumpily staggered inefficiently towards worms, cascading globules inside his boots which swelled majestically, engorged globularly.
Daroou delicately hugged Gothmog's drooping mudman. "Watch my mudman!" warned the cloaked one, covering the greyish circular dodecahedron with jaunty paradigms. Slipping slowly his diminished pants without legs and backside fabric, Halk scratched furtively his legfull of sour screamer-mash, licking vast tracts of cauliflower-like goo.
"Halk!" belched the tricksey shadow, furtively concealing pantyhose and chicken-nuggets deep inside Syra's boot. "Ooh, my toes tingle deliciously!" whispered the breathless elf, "I'll hide more perfumed goodies temptingly inside my skimpy, sexy attire!"
"Excellent!" shouted perverse Petal, libidinously lolling & larking, "Other girls never deliver ingeniously such imagination that embellishes and excites my Vorpal wings, confusing my enervating rodents, lethargy precluding vitality during strenuous yoga-bumps."
Syra exploded. Bits of elf-bones projecting from her fleshy spleen pierced sideways poor Stamm's nose-guard. "Fnouch!" harrumphed the impeded dwarf, dissolute with perverted music stolen from Gareth-Gates. "You mighty nullity! Rotter! Foresooth , avast behind gargantuan billowing chicken-toys, beholden to....er?" Ninjas stammered strangely at darts-players, wielding inflatable pointed aardvarks. "Begorrah!", revolted the archers, poised precariously upon certain crevices filled profusely with cranberries.
"Firkin fillibusters! Three brassieres supported me!" Wu tse danced, giggling pathetically intoxicated with nachos. "Hot creamery salsa," she claimed smarmily. Jumpily, Zebedee sprang surprises around centrifugal governors slavering slavishly over boiling turnips. "Enough cruciferous plant-life, please!" raged Screamers, guzzling petroleum alarmingly. "Tasty gas inflates our feet lovingly and toastily." they shrieked. "Let's go!"
Navigating through custard powder decreases our arousal of cabbage-like carbuncles, dappled freakishly with freakish specks of speckled salt. "Pshah!", sneezed Gothmog, "Peppered paprika oitus ignore cantankerous oil-tankers hovering overtly underneath bridges expanding widley from outlandish aliens wielding kumquats."
"Foolishness! Barnacles scribbled on parchment slide splendidly perpendicular against rehabilitating velcro icicles," bellowed Halk, oblivious to Syra's marvellous broken pencil. "Shame," thought Gando, lamenting pencils reincarnated inexplicably from tepid Skol.
"Eeeeeeeeeew," he eeeewed, "Even lunacy can't extend the wings of bats beyond penguin's derision. Only time will dominate wills written on marzipan covered penguin-shaped rhombuses. Identical paradoxes drove my mirrored sanity far from bulbuos wombats ambiguities ploughed by delicate cucumbers decorated with cryptic stratagems of Syra's pelvis. Flaps! Flaps! Halter straps flapping insincerely yet somehow sweetly prominent executed by erratic rhombus-shaped pregnant penguis, partaking in icy bliss."
"Brrrrrrrrrrrr", conjectured Chani, stunned momentarily by pleasing icebergs. Halk jumped Leyla's jump-rope. Adventurously, Alex crawled towards Syra's flappy giblets, convulsing dutifully. "Botulism jotted down anti-bacterial painrats."
Unbelievable! Yet... true. Fascinating! Really? Certainly!
"Flacced penguin wings," burbled Boris, concocting jam sandwiches laced uncontrollably upwards with plutonium scented radionuclearpeptides. "Free radicals fight radically, freedom radishes passively fermenting uncontrollably underneath the nonchalant irradiated flop-wallpaper.
"Glowing cheesburgers aren't inedible" warned Sonja, "However onion shouldn't swim in semolina cooked intrepidly with cytoplasmic residue, even if bovine milk congeals." Strawberries fertilize the sprouts from my screamers stupendously, I'll therefore experiment with stronger prophylactics, like concreted snowboots covered with dandelions.
"Unfortunate insomniacs suffer hyperactivity according to recent Orwellian hypotheses explaining ant-men's tendencies to fart loudly during intercourse. Boulders don't cry. Cliff-faces do flirt with cliché, but like originality better," barked Mr. Flibble.
Daybreak came. Christmas gifts, smashed finally freeing Librasulus from his clothes. Hiding under the robe, mouse-brown chopsticks emerged. Mahogony, they varnish beautifully.
Stamm gasped after vigorously polishing his wood-en shield. Sonya smells wood-like, showering, "Ooh matron!", she proclaimed, loofing miserably under beards sprouting from deep-thinking cavernous screamer intestines. "These lightly twisted voracious intestines promote beard clipping radically, moustaches polishing gerkhins shouldn't incinerate left handed balls," Linflas explained carefully during plaiting. "Shaving whales detracts considerably, platypusses playfully bred for funny leather pillow-cases." he extolled.
During breakfast, monsters vacuumed the hallway, cleaning rusty beer-cans from tight drains. "Hoorah!", squeaked Tiggy, "Morning is here! Corn-flakes lie and Weetabix fibs soaked with suplhuric vi juice, spurting greenish rainbows lovingly!" Hairy Stamm hairily hurried hairfully. "Barber!" Warm beer, please! My varmints have ostracised many unblinking tendrils too outspoken for my tastes. Nibbles! Those curiously shaped swirly green bugs geometrically weaved kilts, so woven and tight, nothing smelly gets out," he admitted shamefacedly looking away from Syra.
"Oh Slartibartfast!" Syra moaned expectantly. "Your mother sucks!" Stamm enunciated ungallantly, waving his inflated pecs skyward, unaware circling serrated razors were rushing slowly but quickly, rustily yet keenly quoting Milton Keynes. Stamm proposed that fermented marshmallows floating bizarrely in chicken shouldn't communicate indeterminately with mummies playing hide-and-seek with other undead.
"Stamm! Don't watch the antmen screamers transmutating!" burbled his evil wife, wasting pistachois firvolously while endeavouring earnestly to sculpt mashed potatoes into castles. "Sacrilege!" yelled Stamm. "Our potatoes won't stand in gardens, preferring cupboards that enervate doormice repeatedly." Everyone suddenly jigged, limbs flailing wildly. "More Heineken for Stamm," shouted Sonja. "He's botching Riverdance and Gothmog's two-step; squashed feet aplenty." Injured, bruised and liquified, Hissssa's tail fell creeper-like into bogs, then sodded extensively off.
Meanwhile, skeletons chewing their knee-caps, noisily chattered , infuriating Gothmog. Shocking! "Shut up bone-face! Or I'll shuffle my waste-basket-like boxer-shorts with stringy tentacles," he dutifully threatened them. Scared stiff, skeletons retreated, losing ligaments yet perfectly replicating the toes though. "Plaster!" proposed Petal, "Will you fuse Chaos or shall we sing together merrily, celebrating joyously Christmas, our new mosaic produly decorated with viruses, ant-men and tobacco flavoured leaves?" she quintessentially proposed.
"Let's strip this acetylseryltyrosylserylisoleucylthreonylserylprolylserylglutaminyl-
phenylalanylvalylphenylalanylleucylserylserylvalyltryptophylalanyl-
aspartylprolylisoleucylglutamylleucylleucylasparaginylvalylcysteinyl-
threonylserylserylleucylglycylasparaginylglutaminylphenylalanyl-
glutaminylthreonylglutaminylglutaminylalanylarginylthreonylthreonyl-
glutaminylvalylglutaminylglutaminylphenylalanylserylglutaminylvalyl-
tryptophyllysylprolylphenylalanylprolylglutaminylserylthreonylvalyl-
arginylphenylalanylprolylglycylaspartylvalyltyrosyllysylvalyltyrosyl-
arginyltyrosylasparaginylalanylvalylleucylaspartylprolylleucylisoleucyl-
threonylalanylleucylleucylglycylthreonylphenylalanylaspartylthreonyl-
arginylasparaginylarginylisoleucylisoleucylglutamylvalylglutamyl-
asparaginylglutaminylglutaminylserylprolylthreonylthreonylalanylglutamyl-
threonylleucylaspartylalanylthreonylarginylarginylvalylaspartylaspartyl-
alanylthreonylvalylalanylisoleucylarginylserylalanylasparaginylisoleucyl-
asparaginylleucylvalylasparaginylglutamylleucylvalylarginylglycyl-
threonylglycylleucyltyrosylasparaginylglutaminylasparaginylthreonyl-
phenylalanylglutamylserylmethionylserylglycylleucylvalyltryptophyl-
threonylserylalanylprolylalanylserine tree hydrated ferrets and erroneous pancakes oozing pus and dribbling Halk's inventive banana peel-shaped carpets burping loudly at Nabi.
Dong!
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Midnight came and everyone slept.
Gothmog awoke and surveyed the room. Bodies and penguins lay all around. Chani was dozing fitfully, her head resting on some concrete snowboots. Nabi was tossing and turning, his arm snapping out and knocking chicken-toys from the table onto piles of phonetic undergarments. Gando was asleep amidst a group of kleptomaniacs, while Tiggy slept soundly, her feet twitching as enervating rodents tentatively nibbled her toes.
From the far side of the room, someone was stirring. Stamm yawned and stretched, untanlging his beard from Syra's flappy halter-top. His inflated pecs were covered in the remains of an unsuccessful mashed-potato castle, and his left hand was missing a finger, likely from a falling serrated razor. He looked around at the Chaos and caught Gothmog's eye.
"Great party!" he chuckled loudly. "Same again next year?"
-->won´t happen again. 
